How different she is
The girl from the Sunset Lands
How strange and savage.
Her kind name themselves the First Men, and indeed
There is something primal about her
A ruggedness, a fierceness
Like the great wolves of her homeland.
Where I am delicate, graceful as the twisting flame
She is sturdy and strong, rough-hewn from ice
Yet fair in her own way.
For aye, a warrior she is, but a woman as well
As curved hips and firm breasts proudly declare
And the darkness in her stormy eyes
Shows that she has noticed mine.
We dance a subtle dance together
A dance of words, of postures
Of small motions and hidden meanings.
I advance, and she retreats
This is strange territory, in more ways than one
And she is wary, afraid
But I know she is hungry as well.
Close as I am, I can smell her
Sweat and leather, iron and warm skin
It is foreign, savage, exciting.
Knowing how near she is to breaking
I reach out, stroking her cheek with my finger
And her last fragment of restraint
Shatters, lost to deep and roiling passion.
Silk and wool are cast to the ground
As we kiss, reveling in each others' feel and taste
Panting, clutching, stumbling.
We break free to feast our gazes
Upon the treasures laid bare before us
Enchanting curves and smooth, warm skin
And delicate flesh, glistening with desire.
In my bed, East and West are united
Hair black as deepest night
Mingles with locks of spun moonlight.
Wolf's daughter and dragon's daughter
Lie in a rush of lust and rapture
And together we sing
Sing a song of Ice and Fire.